Friday, February 26, 2010

Spain Boulevard

I have been out here a few times but Cheyenne and I walked here together for the first time last week. A clump of houses set among the mangroves and backwaters of north Cudjoe (pro: Kud-joe) Key. The cyclists were rushing north on Blimp Road without a solitary glance down the dirt road that is Spain Boulevard to their right.That's okay, Cheyenne and I enjoy our companionable solitude. She shows little interest in other dogs, a quick sniff and she moves on. She showed little interest in the horse paddocks found in the middle of the housing subdivision out here.I like the rural look of the area, the fields and fences put one in mind of places where agriculture actually exists.A place unlike the Keys where farm tractors are only used to trim roadside mangroves or sweep up dead seaweed at the beach.This sort of countryside is not ideal for planting crops or harvesting anything much except possibly fish. I would not like to live on a gravel street; I have suffered these kinds of roads in the past and all they end up doing, aside from looking picturesque, is throwing clouds of dust or mud depending on the season which requires incessant vehicle washing.Horse turds on the other hand don't bother me much at all, though I am glad Cheyenne's output, though smellier, is a lot smaller than these fragrant heaps: There were no horses there that day but she seemed to be looking and wondering. A warning I think (" I feel entitled to drive badly as I am towing horses"), and probably not a command. Which is lucky as I had none to show. By local standards the lots are large and vegetation is rampant to secure privacy. One doesn't feel much like invading these yards with a camera and a dog and shouting: "Smile!"
I am very fond of mushrooms but these looked rather too appealing to be edible. Bright colors in Nature tend to indicate poison. And then we found them. Nothing more than very large dogs really. Cheyenne was not impressed.They were much more interested in us than we in them and we marched on by, with not even a bark from my companion, on past more houses tucked away almost out of sight.
This sign was explicit but looked odd somehow. It was stolen from someplace Up North, Chicago as I recall and transplanted down here. The message was clear enough but using a stolen sign somehow seemed to put it on a rather lower moral pedestal...We respected the spirit of the theft and walked on by.
These is room for newcomers in this neighborhood.
And this area includes examples of my favorite pine trees, shown here with a rather nice palm.Some red flowers, which as they lacked any convenient label I couldn't hazard a guess as to what they are called.
And at last we tramped back to Blimp Road and took our ease:
A pocket park complete with, of all things, a bicycle rack. I wonder why bicycle thieves might be feared around here?
You just can't beat the companionship of a good dog.